Marjory

Marjory sat at the window and smiled. She might be almost ninety, but when people called at her tiny cottage, she noticed that their eyes always went to the cushion on the window sill. She knew they were wondering, was it her. Yes she could still turn heads at ninety.

Footnote:

When I saw this picture I was taken to a sitting room in the home of a fine artist: And a smile.